Bringing magical creatures into the Muggle world is indeed quite illegal.
Especially unicorns, such… magical creatures among magical creatures, it's practically a guaranteed admission to Azkaban, enjoying one-on-one tutoring from the silver medal master Dementor.
What? You're asking about the gold medal master?
That's of course Voldemort, who gave Mr. Potter one-on-one tutoring at the end of last term.
Taking a small creature like a Sniff is somewhat forgivable, since it resembles a big rat, making it convenient to carry… just has some minor quirks, like loving to hoard gold bars at the dock.
But a unicorn—it's a bit too conspicuous.
"Of course, you were just attacked by Voldemort," Harry said anxiously. "Remember what Professor Hao Ying said? 'Fear not a thief stealing, but a thief thinking about stealing'—you're already being watched by Voldemort. I seriously doubt when he'll sneak into the Forbidden Forest and attack you again; he has escaped from the dungeon..."
Pabi thought about it, Harry made a good point.
If Voldemort targets her again, without Harry's help this time, escape would be difficult...
That Voldemort... is indeed not human.
Ah, this isn't my fault. Who would've thought that despicable Voldemort would ambush and attack me? I'm over a hundred years old! She thought.
Upon reflection, Pabi felt she should indeed go with Harry.
"I can't just follow you around outside, can I?" Pabi worriedly said, "If the Ministry of Magic catches us, you'll be going to Wizengamot Court—trafficking unicorns is a serious crime."
"I have a trunk with the Traceless Stretching Spell." Harry tapped the trunk. "I trust you won't eat all my books."
"Ah! You!" Pabi sulked, biting on Harry's clothes and shaking them, "Harry~ Harry~ What do you take me for!"
"But..."
Pabi then said, shaking her head, the horn on her head actually disappeared.
"I can hide it."
"Cool." Harry excitedly touched Pabi's head, "Hey, it's really gone, how did you manage that?"
"Not telling you." Pabi softly said.
"Alright." Harry opened the trunk, "How about... you jump in first?"
"No one sees, right?" Pabi stretched out her voice and looked behind Harry.
Seeing that indeed no one was there, Pabi leaped and jumped into the trunk.
"Get me a lamp!" Pabi shouted from inside the trunk.
Harry waved his magic wand and conjured a bright lamp, pushing it into the trunk.
"Let's go," Harry said, "I'll get you out of here first..."
He closed the trunk and sneaked all the way to Hogwarts Castle.
From the moment he left, Neville was searching for his toad—thank goodness, all the Gryffindor students helped him search, conducting a thorough search of the entire castle, and finally found the toad in the girls' restroom corner.
A notice was sent to each student, warning them not to use magic during the holidays.
"I've always hoped they'd forget to give this thing to us." Fred and George said in unison, looking quite regretful.
Hermione surprisingly agreed with what they said.
"I think so too, not using magic spells for a long time at home can make you rusty." Hermione stuffed the notification under a plate: "I think I should talk to the Headmaster about this situation..."
"It's Ministry of Magic's rule, Hermione." George said.
"Then report it to the Minister of Magic." Hermione repeated.
"I don't think those old bureaucrats at the Ministry of Magic will listen to you, Miss Omniscient." Fred said, laughing, "I think the chance of you becoming Minister of Magic is greater than the Minister listening to your advice."
Hermione rolled her eyes at the twins, who just loved to joke around.
Me?
Become the Minister of Magic?
Don't tease me.
I'm just a witch from a Muggle family, those Pure Blood wizards would never allow a Muggle-born to become Minister of Magic.
After breakfast in the Great Hall, Hogwarts students began their journey home.
Hagrid continued to guide students onto the boats moored on the lake, and when Harry passed by, he handed him a bundle of berries picked from the Forbidden Forest.
"Thank you, Hagrid." Harry said happily.
"Share with your friends." Hagrid said, laughing, "If you need rock cakes or weasel sandwiches..."
"No, Hagrid, we all brought lunch." Ron hurriedly said.
He was really afraid of the texture of rock cakes and the hellish taste of weasel sandwiches.
Heaven knows why this big guy Hagrid likes to make such dark cuisine?
"Remember to write to me, Harry." Hagrid waved to them, "And you guys too."
"We will." Ron waved back to Hagrid, smiling.
After boarding the train, Harry, Ron, and Hermione found an empty compartment.
Neville and Seamus were picked up by their parents earlier, so they didn't ride the Hogwarts Express.
This train is called express, but the speed... well...
The last time it was upgraded, was when Mr. Septimus Malfoy generously funded an upgrade to the train's operating system.
"Time flies, huh." Ron exclaimed, "You know, this feeling's really unreal, but also quite relaxing—wow."
"What you should know is, Ron," Hermione kindly reminded, "Professor Snape and Professor Bin gave us homework—wow, a whole eleven-inch essay, I don't even know how to write it..."